Life poems
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The King Of England
© Sir Henry Newbolt
In that eclipse of noon when joy was hushed
Like the bird's song beneath unnatural night,
A Better Resurrection
© Sylvia Plath
I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
Dulnesse
© George Herbert
Why do I languish thus, drooping and dulle,
As if I were all earth?
Oh give me quicknesse, that I may with mirth
Praise thee brim-full!
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
Again Love left you. With appealing eyes
You watched him go, and lips apart to speak.
He left you, and once more the sun did rise
Prosopopoia : or, Mother Hubbards Tale
© Edmund Spenser
Yet he the name on him would rashly take,
Maugre the sacred Muses, and it make
A servant to the vile affection
Of such, as he depended most upon;
And with the sugrie sweete thereof allure
Chast Ladies eares to fantasies impure.
I Cannot Love Thee!
© Caroline Norton
When thy tongue (ah! woe is me!)
Whispers love-vows tenderly,
Mine is shaping, all unheard,
Fragments of some withering word,
The Young that Died in Beauty
© William Barnes
If souls should only sheen so bright
In heaven as in ethly light,
An nothen better wer the cease,
How comely still, in sheape an feace,
Sunday After Ascension
© John Keble
The Earth that in her genial breast
Makes for the down a kindly nest,
Where wafted by the warm south-west
It floats at pleasure,
Yields, thankful, of her very best,
To nurse her treasure:
Er Companatico Der Paradiso (Heaven's Food)
© Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
Dio doppo avé creato in pochi giorni
Quello che c'è de bello e c'é de brutto,
In paradiso o in de li su' contorni
Creò un rampino e ciattaccò un presciutto.
Has Your Soul Sipped?
© Wilfred Owen
Has your soul sipped
Of the sweetness of all sweets?
Has it well supped
But yet hungers and sweats?
Sweet Florida
© Annie McCarer Darlington
Beautiful Florida! land of the flowers,
Home of the mocking bird, saucy and bold,
Sweet are the roses that perfume thy bowers,
And brilliant thy sunshine like burnished gold.
The Perils of Invisibility
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Old PETER led a wretched life -
Old PETER had a furious wife;
Old PETER too was truly stout,
He measured several yards about.
Life Is A Dream - Act III
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
FIRST SOLDIER [within]. He is here within this tower.
Dash the door from off its hinges;
Enter all
Torre Nuovo
© Frances Anne Kemble
The water has flowed forth a year,
Since, sitting by the fountain's side,
After A Parting
© Alice Meynell
Farewell has long been said; I have forgone thee;
I never name thee even.
But how shall I learn virtues and yet shun thee?
For thou art so near Heaven
That Heavenward meditations pause upon thee.
Jerry
© Carl Sandburg
Six years I worked in a knitting mill at a machine
And then I married Jerry, the iceman, for a change.
Forms Of Prayer To Be Used At Sea
© John Keble
The shower of moonlight falls as still and clear
Upon this desert main
